Oh ocean preceding us, your fearsHad coral and beaches and forests to them.Were the night and fog unveiled,The past’s storms and mystery,The Afar would blossom, and the starlit SouthShine resplendent on the ship of initiation.

Austere line of the distant coastUpon the ship’s approach, the slope of the land risesIn trees with nothingFar about them;Closer by, the earth opens up in sounds and colours

And upon landing there are birds and flowersWhere from afar there was only an abstract line.The dream is to see the invisibile formsOf imprecise distances, and, with sensitiveMovements of hope and will,To seek out in the cold line of the horizonThe tree, the beach, the flower, the bird, the fountainThe much-deserved caresses of Truth.

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An Important Emerging Creative Short Film Genre.

"...underneath the young gray dawn,
a multitude of dense, white fleecy clouds,
were wandering in thick flocks along the mountains,
shepherded by the slow, unwilling wind." From "Prometheus Unbound" by Percy Bysshe Shelley